No Dairy January!

Wow, I knew it had been a while since I posted, but I didn't realize it had been two months.  Oops.

No sense in explaining where I've been...that would be boring and, well, I'd have to relive it, which I don't really feel like doing.  I'm fighting a cold--a real one this time, not Texas-inspired allergies--and I generally feel crappy.  Even without the cold.  My job makes me get up at 5:30 am and stand up all day pretending to be busy, except about twice a week when it makes me stay up super-late (which really makes me love those early morning alarms).  When my co-workers ask which shift I like better, I tell them I like the morning shift and people better, but I hate getting up early.  When my FRIENDS ask me which shift I like better, I tell them that the evening shift makes me hate my job, but the morning shift makes me hate my life.

Also, we bought a house.  The house is awesome.  Right now, I'm too tired to do anything with it, but it seems to understand.

Anyway, I know why we're all here: it's time for No Dairy January!  Everybody watch while Betsy attempts to go 30 days without cheese while living in the Tex-Mex capital of, well, Texas.

For day one, I slept forever (worked until 2 last night) and ate a couple of leftover cookies for breakfast--stunning vision of health, that's me.  Later, I ate some crackers shaped like Texas.  You know how I love Texas-shaped food!  For dinner, John roasted a turkey that has lived in our freezer since Thanksgiving.  My work gave me a turkey along with my paycheck--it was great carrying that home on the bus--and we couldn't face cooking it in our little rental kitchen.  He made some stuffing, too, but that was the extent of our fancy meal.  I usually do more with the side dishes, and I just couldn't get my ass out of bed long enough to do it.  We had leftover apple pie for dessert.

As I was finishing my second helping of turkey, I said something to John about the flavor of the turkey.  He said, "It's all that butter that I basted it with all day!"   My fork froze on its way to my mouth.  Then John's fork froze, too, and he said, "I mean, it's all that non-dairy margarine that I basted...."

No Dairy January score: Butter, 1; Betsy, 0.  Live to fight another day.